Obituary for
Cynthia "Cindy" Yarnell

Cynthia Jean Yarnell, 56, of Howard, passed away peacefully with family at her bedside on January 21, 2018 in State College.
Born May 8, 1961, she was the daughter of the late Reginald E. and Lois Jean Falls who survives in Howard.
She married the man of her dreams, Henry Yarnell, of Howard, whom survives. Together they had three children: Michael Yarnell (Wendy) of Blanchard, Shannon Andrus (Rod) of Mill Hall, and their precious Jessie Yarnell who resides at home. She also was blessed with four grandchildren: Jeb, Zena, Daytona and Piper and three great grandchildren: Hunter, Ryder and Avalyn who she loved more than life. The day that they were born, she fell head over heels in love again. Her love for her family was parallel to none, and her true love for her family was clear until the end. Perhaps this is the hardest part of her passing.
Cindy worked many places and made friends everywhere she went. It wasn’t unlike her to be seen talking to strangers and helping anyone in need. These things sometimes got her in trouble as it wasn’t uncommon for her to bring home stray dogs, cats or other animals she found that were in need of help.
There was nothing that she loved more than being with her family- whether it be shopping trips, big dinners that she insisted on cooking because in her words “well I am the best cook” -and she was right, to spending time at her mother’s house laying on the couch and talking away to all those who came to visit, to game nights where her shenanigans sometimes got her in hot water- to which she would just laugh, to motorcycle rides with her son, Mike, to mountain rides, to sister/sister time.
To her the most beautiful thing in life was people. You always knew you were loved because she told you so.
Cindy felt so blessed to have three brothers: Reginald Falls, Jr. (Teresa) of Howard, Jeffrey Falls (Betsy) of Howard and Denny Packer (Crystal) of Blanchard; a sister, Zena Heverly (Duane) of Howard; and many nieces and nephews who she loved so very much.
The last few weeks of her life, Cindy reflected on many things: the hows, the whats, and the whys didn’t matter anymore. She worried if she had done enough, loved enough, and paid enough attention. In this writer’s opinion, I believe if you leave a mark on someone’s heart, whether it be as simple as a smile, hug or peck on the cheek, you have done enough.
Her reunion with her father must have been a grand affair as I’m sure he was waiting with open arms for his Cinders to come home.
If love could have saved you, it would have. ‘Til we see each other again, Kiss, Kiss, Love you, Sis.